43 Quotes by Juan Rulfo

Se conoce que lo arrastraba el ansia. Y el ansia siempre deja huella

Porque yo creo que el día que deje de comer me voy a morir, y entonces me iré con toda seguridad derechito al infierno.

Eso duró toda la vida. No fue un año ni dos. Fue toda la vida.

There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in the same air I exhaled, cupping it in my hands before it escaped. I felt it, in and out, less each time…until it was so thin it slipped through my fingers forever. I mean, forever.

I am talking about misery and all of its implications.

Because to write, one must truly suffer.

Every author that creates is a liar;literature is a lie,but from that lie, a recreation of reality is born. Therefore, recreating reality is one of the fundaments of creation.

No one knows better than I do how far heaven is, but I also know all the shortcuts. The secret is to die, when you want to, and not when He proposes. Or else to force Him to take you before your time.

Nothing can last forever. There isn’t any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn’t fade out at last.